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Downtimes

A month ago, there were so many blackouts in the hospital due to faulty electrical wiring. It occurred at an average of five (5) times a day. It was a hassle for everyone and patients were complaining already. Everyone was struggling with their work. And people were blaming the engineering department and the people in the top offices. You could see power banks everywhere. And people were charging their gadgets in between blackouts.

I guess people learned how to adapt. After months (yes, months) of daily blackouts, no one was complaining about it. Everyone was even expecting (and welcoming) its onset. The staff were trying to cope up with it. They were doing double time when the lights are on but it wasn't enough. The blackout was everyone's excuse for unfinished tasks.

However, it was different for the patients (and their relatives). I could only imagine the terrible discomfort they must be feeling. The delay in the health services they are hoping for must be infuriating. And I have encountered some of their anger whenever I was assigned in the help desk in the waiting area. I wasn't much of a help.

The blackout problem is now fixed and work goes back to the regular abnormally stressful level. Downtimes are rare. And breathers like it are always welcome.

I've been addicted to this game for years now. And I made my husband addicted to it too. However, there was a time when we had given up on it. I was busy with the training and I'd rather sleep in my free time and he basically found a newer game he'd wanted to try.

At that time, there was no clan wars. We aimed for the town hall level 10 because we wanted to freely upgrade everything. We didn't know that eventually, people will tell us that we had some kind of "T.H. Rush".

And now, two years after I decided to delete the app from the iPad, I downloaded it to the phone to see what the fuss was all about.

I joined a clan again just to be kicked out minutes later after they found out that I was in my late 30's already. Saying that I was old before actually kicking me out.

The next clan I joined ended up the same way with me getting kicked out because according to them, I was just looting to which I beg to differ. I didn't know that I had to att…

Okay so I'm swearing by this: I'm going back to blogging. However, I don't know which ones I have to tell out there to nothingness and which I am going to keep in my subconsciousness. Whatever it is that I want to let out in this web world should just be in the web world.

What I'm going to openly write is things that might be acceptable, relate-able and never anything like that new TV series SENT. Hopefully, I don't make that mistake.

I do speak forcefully and annoyingly righteous at times. I don't know if I can really do it in writing. I'm not organized in physical things let alone, those abstract thoughts jumbled in my mind.

And so, it is with much effort that I would be writing down everything in my mind. What I'm not saying should be in writing. Of course, with temperance which I'm working on to let go. I don't have the option to say anything freely. Hopefully, I have the option to write freely.